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Title: Mis Misa - The Power Within Akoo-Yet That Protects the World by Darryl Wilson Collection Type: Directories and Documents Collection Name: Tanis Thorne Native Californian & Nisenan Collection # of Pages: 7 Download PDF: User Login Required Download OCR Text: User Login Required

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while near this mountain. Always come to this mountain with a good heart. Mis Misa knows what you are thinking—always think ood thoughts. Listen. If you do not listen ou will not hear the singing and this is not respectful. It is like breaking a commandment of the white man’s God, they say. You could be punished. Your whole family could be punished—even the children, the babies. That's what they say. “The purpose of Mis Misa is but one: To balance the earth with the universe and the universe with the earth. When Quon created earth and universe long ago, that power understood many things. Also, that power knew that it could not make everything just right. That’s a wise power. For this reason power made Mis Misa and put Mis Misa within the mountain. It lives there. You can hear it singing. Remember always this power. It balances the universe. It is a ‘law.’ It knows what you are thinking.” Grandfather continued to explain how ~ Mis Misa works. It is like a free-swinging ) pendulum combined with a gyroscope. If . ? the earth wanders slightly off course, Mis ( Misa adjusts itself to that change. If the stars are slightly off course, Mis Misa ad-/ justs itself to that change also. It is never at rest. It is constantly adjusting. It is forever singing. Grandfather continued, “My Grandmother was born there (on the moon), so I know. I know because she told me. She told me many things. Many things she told me. That's how I know. My Grandmother was born on the moon. She knew many things ! and she told me. “She told how chool (the moon) was the last ‘earth’ but it was itamji-u (all used up). Atone time it was pretty. At one time it was ‘tute. There was life everywhere. Just everyWhere there was life. There was happiness. Happiness everywhere. But a wrongful PoWer come. I don’t know where it come MISMISA 79 from.. but it come. From somewhere it come and it denied the people. “It used chool. That wrongful power, it used it up. “My Grandmother said it, that’s how I know the moon was the last earth.” We again studied chool glowing full and strong in the silver of dawn. “Look for signs of war and destruction,” Grandfather said. “Do you see there, the ripping as with a flint knife? Over there a bruise. Over there a long scar. There was aches and there was pains. Do you see what my Grandmother said? Can you see the place there where there was war and destruction? Do you now know why chool is scarred and bruised and scratched?” In silence we studied the moon. We wondered about it. I longed to know the exact reason why it is no longer an earth, why there no longer is life dwelling there. My mind raced backwards through an unknown measurement of time until it “saw” the moon, green and blue and covered with life—then my focus returned to the shimmering moon turning around earth and sun in some magnetic loneliness today. Something inside my spirit, a bell or an alarm went off! With a trembling voice, Grandfather’s words pierced my thoughts once more as he pursued the story. “It is said that the power that created earth and the universe made one mistake. It made ‘vanty.’ ‘Vanty’ makes a person love himself and nothing else. Nothing else. It is said, we must constantly guard against becoming a part of that wrong, that no good. We must be good to one another. It is easy to be bad to one another. We must not be bad to one another. We must be good to earth. We must be good to life. Do not kill life. We have no choice. This earth is the last place. We call it atas-p-im mukuya (to stop, last place). We have no place else to go. We must go back to the stars.